The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-07
0he Qis':,,tt'.e|I|lt;@jIe1uI,,f1el:r:..
onlee. Nos. a5 and 9 I Fourteenth street.
AL0SI IDENTITY.
nY HARRIET rREscoTr eporroRp,
Copyrighted, 1857. by 8. 0. McClure,l

When Two young seedlings, plante
side by side, watcfed by the same shove
warmed by the Same sun, shaken by th
same broezes, have grown 60 close to
esther that their roots make one tangl
and their stems one fibre, how 10 II posi-
BILE to separate thom and leave them an,
life at all2 Separated, can they be NOR
than dead wood to BIO used for thepurpose
OF others, with no vitality or Joy OF thei
own further than the loy has that burn
upon the hearth2 I thought Of that ono,
when looking on the union Of Lsonar,
and Helena. Never have I seen tw,
people 30 sufficient 10 themselves through
all tho changes OF tho planet. Separated
would either Of them live other than ss I
soulless shadow i They thought not
looking at their happiness as II IL were
thing held in their hands; unashamed OIL
their love. and speaking OF 1t freely Ii
any passionate moment oE1a 10
u think" che had oucesaif, "that il wt
were cast away OH desert leland, with
just Il book or two, we should be- 10 happy
as to ask Tor nothing nore.n
II have often thought Of it, he answer
cd her. How much at one VIZ are. DE-
you know there arc some substances tina,
Tor long time seem to be pimp,e, one Gle.
ment only, strong, potent for good; but
lind at last and MIX with anch substance
It's powerful acid, and 1t rsvolves into two
principles, each faint, powerless, good
neither for Itself nor for anything else Il
death should be that powerful attacking
force for us, resolving US into something
other than the one VIZ are"- -
death cannot do It !"she cried triumph.
antly. T.aoiET - ~ 80
"No," he said. Life cannot do it. No,
even death eau do It, Wo eh I'll be one to
the grave, in It and beyond It," ( Wa
Tney could hardly remember q time
when they had not been part Of each
other, in childhood or youth or maturity,
Although there was difference Of two o,
three years in theif ages, no pleasure was
complete Tor Helena unleSs Leonard shar.
ed II, and the sorrow OF one was the eor.
row Of both. When not yet strong enough
10 climb they used to kiss each other
through the wiekets. Later they PLAYED
together in the orchard grass and fell
asleep in ons another's arms beneath the
plum trees there. Helena was five years
old-a little gipsy.like creature, WITH her
crest black eyes aud rich color, and tho
tiue flowing threads OF her thick black
hair about her lace-and Leonard, fair and
comedy as a child Of light, when they set
out 10 walk to the end OF the world to.
gether, hsnd in hand along the dusky
highway in the sun, till the end seened o.
far OF as the beginning.
They were children Of much promise.
and fslena'e ambitions did not sq fer her
to remain far behind Leonard in the
studies. When he went away to school,
she ieit as Il some integral portion Of her.
self and had been severed from the rest !;
and she forgot her aching and loneliness
uIly by buiying heraelt in her books.
When he came home he told her how bit.
ter were those FIST days without her
psrhspa the next half.term was not 80
hard 10 him. 1t wac just as hard to Helena,
alone with her books, without the stimulus
Of contract with class, but content with
only his own emulation and appreciation.
She would lose herself in the delights Of
her goemetrioal Representation, which had
a sort Of poetry in 1t, to her mind, In the
marvels OF her astronomy or chemistry,
but'in the remaining moments she only
seemed to live till Leonard should come
home again. She went, with others, to
his examination when school WAS ending.
She knew the thporem almost as we'll as
he, could read the 7 Virgiliaa as
we'll; but how swiftly and simply and
easily he made the one plain, how
gracefully and lightly he rendered the
otherl And when he recited the ballad Of
Naseby, with facs and FIRE kindling in
those luminous grny eyes, her hesyt thrill.
ed and her blood ran cold, although in
studying by herself she had hated ali the
Puritan rant, That was sad to her-that
she and Leonard should not think a!ike in
all thinge but they did not. She formed
her feminine conclusions alone, and he
had subtle and accomplished masters,
and further reach and fuller grasp OF
mind He had a great mind, she thought
to herself; he would do great work in
the world, whether he went into politics
aud helped "recast the nations old into
another mopld,os Whether he sat down
with philosophical theeisI end taught
people how to think, or whether he took
his medical degree and concerned himself
with the origin OF matter. And then, at
Last Leonard was in college, coming homo
and iDsspa'aA!e from hsr, i4 big long yaca.
tons, but beginning to bays q Thousand
thoughts that were not her thoughts.
show. strange it is" she said to him
ono day, after an historical discussion,
shat We who usea 70 Aaye one thought,
are growing 20 apartg"' r ll2,if,,' -.
eve shall never grow apart, even il
one Of thinks white black and the other
thinks it blue" he responded. "Those
are sYriaes thiagsi they DO not change e
our natures and Ourselves. but Tor all
yaur hatred Of the enemies Of church and
king, you ares Puritan Of the Puritans
yourself, my lady" he said, with his jest.
ing voicei and BIZ laughed 40 hp Gsld it,
twisting the long, loose ttess OF darkness
that had fallen on his shoulder as they
leaned over the same book. What odds
were any o. her isncles2 She was still
the same sweet Helena.
"How can you say such a thingi" H
'Desspso il is true. You approach ma
for loving the Nsseby bsllad--you, who
hayo inherited from two hundred years
Of Puritan ancestry their cast of mind,
theiY suaseri!y Of conviction, their-I sup
pose II you Enew ! won fifty dollars at
cards the night before came home"-,
ooh, Leonard! Leonardo" .J'Ify' V
II said 80. Ihe Puritan Pr -3 II.
=="rne puritsnI" she EXCLAIMED, the
tears suspended on her Offering laRhes.
"Haye ] their intolerance, their cruelty,
their vulgarity, their %'iiSi. i5a'
"You have their hsbit Of thought, al
tered to the altered times. You ara not
the Puritan Of the Seventeenth century,
but you are OF the Nineteenth. You are
ready to cry because I won some money
at cards!" and be laughed 30 gayly that
she could not he angry.
" should not think you would care for
society II so disagreeable-" @
r "Hush hush" he answered her. "
allow nobody to abuse my frionds."
"Bnt, Leonard, about the cards? You
l.por, how. lopuaroro - =, ho,r ~,,:nav.